A dirty show

"I want you to put on a show for me." You say. A suggestion that Zooey greets with a quizzical look.

"What.... what kind of show?" Zooey asks. The whole dynamic has changed. There's not a hint of snarkiness or irony in the girl's voice. Her genuine desire to please you rings through.

"That's for you to figure out. You're a performer. But if it doesn't please me, you'll get spanked again." You're proud of how in control you are. The strangeness of you doing this with Zooey Deschanel hasn't gone away, but you've decided to just accept it. Although you realize, that a spanking might be more of a reward at this point, if she's into it.

And Zooey starts dancing, gyrating her hips, caressing her neck and breasts with her hands as she goes, just like a stripper would. She slides a hand down her thin stomach down to her thigh and sighs. But she takes it no further. Quickly her hand is back up in her wig, playing with it. It's sexy but safe.

You give Zooey a few more minutes of this. Clearly she's enjoying doing it for you, but it's doing nothing for you. Finally you call her over. Her face drops, clearly understanding that she's done badly.

"Zooey, come." You say and she walks toward you, hesitating for a moment but really knowing what's coming. She stands before you and bends over again, exposing her ass and thong.

You smack it hard.

She gasps.

"Every ordinary stripper teases. If I wanted a tease, I could go to any strip club down the street. You're better than that, aren't you?"

"You want me to actually strip now?" Zooey asks.

And you respond with another hard slap to her bottom. She let's out a little yelp.

"I want more than that." You answer.

"Maybe... maybe I could play with myself a little?" Zooey turns her head back to you. Her big doe eyes are **** for approval.

You wallop her ass again. She grunts.

"I bet you play with yourself all the time at home. No. I want something special." You smile. No need to be mean while you're being cruel. "Figure it out. And if you don't figure it out. For your next spanking I'm going to take you out of here and let others have a turn."

Zooey gives you a look, like you couldn't be serious. You smile back. "We're going to see if you meant it when you said 'sub'."

Zooey nods, her silver wig ruffling as she gets back up, and straightens herself out. After a moment of thought she starts to dance again.